The Monk Saw the Prince, but the Prince Did Not See the Monk

The door opened, and the somewhat noisy courtyard fell silent at once.

Chen Cuo stepped out and addressed the visitors. "You have all come to visit, yet I failed to welcome you at the gate. I have been discourteous."

"The fault is not yours, my lord. We monks were the ones who neglected our duties." Temple Master Yuanhui came forward, pressed his palms together, and said, "Congratulations on entering the Dao, my lord. From this day forth, you have transcended the mundane and are no longer like ordinary men!"

Qiuyuzi smiled as well. "Indeed, this calls for celebration!" When Chen Cuo looked his way, he introduced himself again.

"A Daoist priest of the Kunlun Sect?" Chen Cuo was surprised. He still remembered Zhou Youzi mentioning the Kunlun Great Sect.

"That's right. So you've heard of Kunlun's great name!" Qiuyuzi laughed heartily. His open manner gave Chen Cuo a favorable impression.

Qiuyuzi, meanwhile, studied him closely. The thoughts drifting from Chen Cuo were clear as crystal. He knew Chen Cuo had just glimpsed the Dao Foundation while holding fast to his mind, tempering his Dao Heart and refining his spirit. Qiuyuzi nodded to himself and was about to bring up Kunlun when the Peachwood Sword on his back suddenly trembled, stopping the Daoist from speaking.

Behind him, several monks filed in. Each pressed his palms together and bowed to Chen Cuo, speaking with respect.

Chen Cuo returned their greetings one by one. As his gaze passed over them, he sensed the dense Buddha Light they held in reserve. Surprised, he realized none of these men was ordinary.

Yuanhui took the initiative to introduce them. "These gentlemen are Temple Masters and Dharma Masters of great temples."

A white-bearded monk smiled. "This old monk is Fashan, Temple Master of Longhua Temple."

Zhang Ju